The glint of twilight now appears, a rosy patch
Of light pervades the east : my catch
Thou art, thou silver-eyed rebel !
Not more perhaps a king in bars had felt
Than thou, dislodged from thine dark cell
To be entrapped here for this bread ; no bell
Thou hast to warn of us, we, human cats !
Oh listen to the dying notes of bush-hid gnats !
Bewail not of thy state, I'll show you the plains
Beside the brook where thickets white-stained
With muslin-mist, a meet shelter and shade
To green insects and slow-paced snail ;
You need not spend your life like us
Slaving for crusts with greed and lust ;
Of course, bare Nature hath her strife and fear ;
But she hath her own comforts and cheer ;
Farewell to thee, thou rambler of green fields !
Thou, scrambler of orchards and lovely shrubs !
Spoil not our grain and possessions dear !
Beware of greed ! if not, your death is near !
The field-mouse cocked her head with suspicious gaze
Out sprang at once from cage into the grassy maze.
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9th September, 2016 Somaseshu Gutala
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